Chapter 306 Her Husband's Collarbone is So Sexy, Wants to Kiss!
"Mrs. White, is it really appropriate to leave me alone in the bedroom for so long before coming back?"
Finnley had one hand propped against the door, the other wrapped around her waist.
His handsome face was so close, his thin lips opening and closing as his breath sprayed onto Sophia's skin, as if turning into countless electric currents, making her face tingle.
Her long, curled lashes fluttered, and a hint of mischief flashed in her eyes.
"What? Not even half an hour and you already miss me?"
Finnley looked down, his deep eyes staring straight at Sophia in front of him.
She was really too petite. Her height wasn't short for a girl, but she only reached his shoulder.
Sophia's beautiful and delicate face carried a certain indescribable innocence.
Her bright, moist eyes shimmered with light, as if they had some kind of magic.
Even just one glance could stir ripples in the calmest heart.
Finnley felt something was wrong with him.
He'd only met Sophia last night, yet he kept finding himself uncontrollably drawn to her.
Every cell in his body was screaming...
Closer, get closer.
Finnley leaned down, slowly moving nearer.
Just as his thin lips were about to touch Sophia's soft ones, he suddenly froze, his mind instantly clearing as he quickly stepped back.
"Sorry, I lost control."
Sophia had thought he would kiss her like before, and her heartbeat had involuntarily quickened.
A faint blush spread across Sophia's fair cheeks, making her look both alluring and touching.
But Finnley's words shattered all her fantasies.
A flash of disappointment crossed her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
It's okay, they still had plenty of time.
At least... he was still alive in this world, and he still couldn't help wanting to kiss her when he got close.
This meant that in his subconscious, he had never forgotten her.
That was enough.
She walked to the bed, took out a card from her bag and handed it to him. "As promised, extra money for you."
This time she pulled out a limited edition black card.
"Unlimited spending?"
Finnley raised an eyebrow and smoothly slipped it into his suit pocket.
Seeing his swift movement, Sophia's lips twitched.
So... what exactly had Finnley been through these past two years?
She nodded, then instructed, "I need to go out for a bit. I'll be back soon. Stay home and behave."
Watching her retreating figure, Finnley raised an eyebrow.
He stood with one hand in his pocket, the other playing with the black card, his lips slowly curving into a playful smile.
Interesting.
Looks like this trip was worth it.
About half an hour later, Sophia returned from outside.
She looked around and didn't see Finnley in the room, then headed toward the bathroom.
When Sophia entered, this was the scene before her.
In the bathroom, layers of white mist swirled around Finnley.
Water fell from the showerhead, wetting Finnley's strong, perfectly proportioned body.
He casually ran his fingers through his hair, revealing his sexy, smooth forehead.
Water droplets slid down his sleek hair onto his shoulders, flowing down the defined contours of his chest.
It radiated an indescribable sexual tension.
Making one's heart race uncontrollably, swallowing hard.
Hearing the door open, Finnley paused his showering, instinctively turning to look.
His eyelid twitched. "Why did you come in?"
Sophia was also stunned seeing this scene.
She hadn't thought much about it and just walked right in.
When she and Benjamin first got married, she would secretly lock the door.
But later, she discovered Benjamin had secretly hidden a spare key and would come in while she was showering, getting handsy with her.
It would inevitably lead to a whole ordeal, and after finally finishing her shower, she'd have to wash all over again.
After that, she simply stopped locking the door.
To "get back" at Benjamin, she would even deliberately sneak in when Benjamin was showering.
The result was predictable...
According to Benjamin: "Once you come in, don't think about leaving."
Seeing Finnley standing under the showerhead again, Sophia's nose suddenly tingled.
But she still calmly glanced at Finnley and casually praised, "Nice body. You've clearly been working out these past two years."
Finnley chuckled, saying in a low voice, "Never slacked off, not just these two years..."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Finnley suddenly realized that Sophia was saying this to Benjamin, not to him.
For some reason, a trace of disappointment flashed through his heart, but he quickly suppressed it.
He grabbed a clean towel from the rack and wrapped it around his lower half, looking somewhat annoyed.
"Get out. Didn't anyone tell you not to barge in when a man is showering?"
Sophia crossed her arms, leaning against the bathroom door, teasing, "You didn't lock the door."
"Sophia!" The veins on Finnley's forehead throbbed. He wanted nothing more than to grab her by the collar and throw her out.
Seeing Finnley's dark expression, clearly irritated by her, Sophia couldn't help but laugh.
She knew when to stop. "Okay, okay, I'm done teasing. I just came in to get something. I'm leaving right now."
With that, she quickly walked in, found a bottle of makeup remover on the bathroom shelf, and turned to leave.
Last time after drinking, it was already late at night when she got back, so she just removed her makeup in the bathroom.
She was too lazy to take the makeup remover out, so it had been sitting there.
She knew she couldn't push Finnley too far and needed to know when to stop, so she quickened her pace to leave.
But the more rushed you are, the more likely mistakes happen.
Just as she was about to leave, her feet suddenly slipped, and her body lurched forward.
Sophia's breath caught, and she instinctively closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to come.
A dull thud echoed throughout the bathroom.
But Sophia didn't feel any pain.
Because a pair of strong, burning arms had wrapped around her waist at the critical moment, catching her firmly.
However, her momentum was too great, and she knocked Finnley down too.
In fact, Finnley became her cushion.
Under Sophia's palms was Finnley's solid chest, his clearly defined abs.
Before her eyes was Finnley's delicate, sexy collarbone.
Finnley's fair skin still had some unrinsed soap bubbles on it, making one's imagination run wild.
Sophia's mind was completely blank at this moment, with only one thought: Her husband's collarbone is so sexy, she wants to kiss it!
She slowly leaned closer...
Before her lips could touch Finnley's skin, a muffled groan came to her ears, low and tinged with an indescribable huskiness.
As if he was restraining and controlling something.
"Sophia! Are you my curse?"